Okay, so call me strange. I love cinquain, but I’m always looking for new and slightly unusual subjects for that form of poetry. Today I was caught up in thoughts about the animal/insect kingdom, and decided to just give vent to some of my personal feelings. No offense intended.
BUGGED
Pesky!
Bad mosquito!
Buzzing around my head.
I raise my hand, and with one slam,
You’re dead!
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SWINGERS
Monkeys!
I detest them!
All wiry arms and legs,
Ugly faces; grating chatter —
They stink!
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BIRD BENEFITS
Bird talk.
That’s what you get
When you own a parrot.
And that’s not all they do for you:
Poop too.
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The Happy Wordcrafter 
You made me laugh out loud you crazy lady!
Hey, I’m glad. Thanks for letting me know.
Love your poetry! Hahaha!
Thank you, Betty.
You are so very welcome, Sandra! 🙂
yes smiling suddenly appeared and I therefore enjoyed these very much..strange? your words heehee!
Yep, you are not a parrot lover. 🙂 Great cinquains.
Thanks. And you’re right: I never could understand people wanting to carry parrots –or any other kinds of birds — around on their shoulders or their heads. Ewwwwwwwe!
🙂